Victoria immediately moved toward that car.
She caught a glimpse of someone opening the door, and the first thing to come out was a pair of leather shoes.
Next came black trousers, straight legs, and then...
Victoria deliberately walked unsteadily, pretending to be drunk, and when the person finally got out of the car, she threw herself at him.
"Ouch..."
Victoria let out a soft cry, then collapsed onto the man and rubbed herself against him. "Mr. Horton, I'm sorry, I just sprained my ankle."
After saying this, she lowered her head, feigning shyness.
She had expected that the person would be a refined and gentle man, but instead, she heard an elderly voice saying, "Young lady, are you alright?"
Victoria stiffened and turned around abruptly to see an old man holding her; she straightened up immediately in fright. "Who are you?!"
